Mental clockwork.

The mind works as a machine. 

Processing data,

Taking in new information,

Having meltdowns,

Breaking, 

Producing something new all the time.

Becoming slower with age,

Constantly working.

We take for granted how much we can understand. 

Our minds too, change just as much as our emotions do. 

Gears running a mile a minute,

Doing the same work all of the time.

Taking in all of the catalysts given.

Analyzing anything and everything.

Yet like a machine,

Emotions are uncharted territory.

Difficult for the smartest people to understand.

There is no formula to calculate sadness.

No specific pattern in tears.

The mind will understand all that it can yet it is so very flawed.

Not able to stand the test of time,

Like metal rusting,

Memories fade,

Gears run slow.

Making it harder to think.

The so called "most powerful machine" 

Breaks down,

The machine's beautiful silver becomes

A dull bronze.

Thoughts getting caught in gears.

Tightly gripped and soon they dissipate into the abiss.

Like a machine,

the mind has overloads.

Machines are both

Undependable, and unpredictable.

And like a machine,

The mind shuts down.

Human dignity + compassion = Peace.